Desk rummaging
One evening, I picked the lock and rummaged through his desk, finding a series of documents that detailed offshore bank accounts.
My pulse quickened as I carefully sifted through the papers, everything from bank statements to transfer slips.
Each document was a thread in a web of deceit. Among them was a transfer slip with an enormous sum, a possible smoking gun.
I copied the papers hastily, ensuring everything was back in place before Markon returned.